Lucy
I sat in the dark under the lodge with my arms wrapped around my knees. Despite the afternoon heat, I was shivering. Lilith’s face as Abe hunched over her hung before my eyes. The cry she’d made echoed in my ears.
Father would be here by suppertime. Would he know, from looking at her? Was it written on her skin somehow? I didn’t know how I could look at her again, or talk to her, or share a bedroom with her. Everything was different now. I rested my face on my knees and sobbed into the filthy dress I’d worn for Matthew’s birthday party, which seemed so long ago it felt as if it had happened to someone else.
I cried for a long time, and when I stopped I was tired straight down through my bones. The sweat on my arms had dried to a fine salt. My eyelashes felt cool and wet. To my left
